1 comments/ 24080 views/ 0 favorites Hardware By: rboxer "Hi," I said. "What can I help you with?" He glanced around, not really seeing me yet. "Ah. Nothing. I'm just looking - " "It's OK," I said. "Lots of guys are shy about asking for help." But I said it with a big smile, and I still waited for him to notice me. It wasn't difficult to notice him, and I was a little surprised that there had been no audible thud from my jaw hitting the ground when he walked in the hardware store. He filled out his jeans just the right amount, and the sleeves on his workshirt were rolled back far enough that I could see sunbleached hair on his forearms and a good tan. As I stood there waiting for him I also had the excellent position of looking at his handsome face in profile. As with his arms his face was sunbleached. This close to him I could also smell him, a rich mix of fresh sweat, sawdust and resin. I was almost lost in fantasy when he turned back to me, but I was able to see his irises grow a little - ok, now he was a little interested in me. "You can call me Isabelle," I said, point to my name tag. I was happy to see him take a little bit of time to check out the shape of me supporting the name tag, and to also do a quick comparison to my right side too. "I'm Tom," he said. I smiled. "The owner's a little bit screwy," I said. "Most things aren't where you'd expect them to be." I placed the fingers of my right hand on his forearm and applied just a little pressure to turn him around and started leading him to the timber section. "I can see that now," he said. "I should have just listened to you first, shouldn't I?" I laughed a little. "That's OK. You're new here." "Yeah. I usually work the otherside of the city, but I've got a job near here." Down near the end of the store I directed Tom to the last series of racks. "What did you need to buy?" I asked. "One of my guys dropped a chisel set from the 4th floor. Most of them are OK but a few need to be replaced. Accelerating ahead a little, I made him walk behind me through the stacks leading to the carpentry tool section in the corner. Here it was secluded away from most of the store, and from his position I was hoping he was taking a good opportunity to check me out. From the direction of his eyes as reflected in the occassional security mirror, it seemed he was enjoying the little extra sway I was putting into my hips. At the cabinet of wood-working tools I spun in place and pointed to the racks like I was on a game show. "Voila." It was my favorite pose, with one leg slightly behind the other, a hip cocked forward, the extended arm lifting my breasts higher. As I had spun around I knew my skirt had twirled up, flashing my thighs to him as he'd been locked on my ass. Looking at him there, his eyes continued to rove over my legs and torso, slowly working up to my face. His desire was written plain as anything right there in his eyes. Now it was all up to him. His breathing wasn't loud, but it was still the only thing to be heard as I waited to see what he would do. It was a little surprising. "Show me your hands," he said. I held them out, turned them over so he could see palms and backs, and then put them down by my side. "No, not married," I said. He stepped closer, into my personal space, right where I could smell his heavenly scent again. I could feel the heat coming off both of us, but it was still the scent of him that was playing with my head. My eyes locked onto his lips and watched them get slowly closer, finally touching mine when I thought my heart beat was loudest. I sighed quietly and pushed my tongue gently into his mouth and let him play with it a little. When my eyes opened minutes later, my hands had made fists to hold onto his shirt, while I could also feel him growing against me. His brown eyes were cloudy and his voice raspy. "Wow," he said. With an little grin I broke from his embrace and opened the little door in the partitioning, hidden away where few people notice it. Inside I turned around and waited for him. Out of all public scrutiny now I couldn't wait much longer, and fortunately neither could he. His mouth dived onto mine again and his hands now started caressing me, sliding around my waist down my hip to the hem of my skirt, his strong hands moving smoothly up my bare skin and then around to cup my ass, and to carefully knead them in time to his moving tongue. Waves of warmth and pleasure flowed from wherever he touched me, pooling and collecting around my loins until I could feel the moisture starting to drip. I had to break the kiss and catch my breath, even though my knees were beginning to tremble. This time when he approached, he turned me around and kissed my neck. From this position his fingers traced the join on my blouse, undoing each button until he was able to pull it free of my skirt, pull it down from my arms and toss it aside. His hands were immediately upon my breasts, and when he pinched a nipple through the material, I had to twist my head and bite his ear gently. Still from behind me, he undid the bar and removed that from me too, cupping my breasts in his hands and continuing to lick and suck on my neck and shoulders. Trails of electric pleasure shot through me again, and I had to lean back against him hard or else fall down. Hell, even my toes were curling already. From somewhere I found the strength to break from him and try to take off his shirt. He had to help me as my fingers weren't steady enough to do the buttons, and the thick material too strong for me to tear off him. But the belt and jeans were all mine. I pushed him up against a sawhorse and unbuckled his belt and fly. As swollen as he was, it was a little difficult to extract his cock until I simply pulled his jeans and boxers all the way down. Oh, jeez it was a nice looking cock. Not huge and not small, maybe a little shorter but also a little wider than normal, but with my small hands I still needed the two of them to hold all of him and guide the head to my mouth. My tongue made a squishy warm platform to rest it on, and my lips formed a gentle seal against the head, and from there I sucked all of him into my mouth and throat one slow inch at a time. My mouth kept filling up with cock and saliva, and I could feel his testicles bounce each time I had to swallow. The soft down on his belly approached slowly as I took all of him, until it gentle tickled my noise while the head of his cock tickled the back of my throat. I moaned in delight, and he groaned in response. For a few minutes I sucked and slurped on his cock, pulling it almost free and then plunging my head back down the shaft, my lips resting just short of the base, the head just short of my gag reflex. And then I pushed further and swallowed the head down the back of my throat, jammed a finger up his ass and made him come suddenly and forcefully. I couldn't swallow all of his come, and he pulled free on one of his strong jerks, his cock coming loose from my mouth as well. I let him catch his breath a little, collapsed against the sawhorse. After 30 seconds I decided he'd recovered enough, and I took his diminishing erection carefully in my hand. "More," I said, kissing him hard and squeezing his cock gently. "We're not done yet." "Too right," he said. One hand went to the zipper on my skirt and in seconds I stepped from it. I saw his eyes light up and piroetted so he could admire the tiny thong I was wearing. He placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me to him again. He sure did like kissing, which I'm kind of grateful for because he was so good at it. Then he dropped to his knees and pulled my thong down like I was the worlds best Christmas present. One hand slid slowly up from my ankle, me shivering as it passed my knee and then my thigh, to rest gently on my mound and Tom slid one finger slowly along my wet slit, and my mind seemed to fizz in delight. His other hand held my ass check, squeezing rythmically again, then lifting my leg to drap over his shoulder so he could slid his tongue - oh god, that tongue, deep, deep inside me. Fuck. He licked. He sucked. He fingered and rubbed and slashed his tongue against me until I came hard all over his face, crying out softly, and then louder and stronger as he stood up and entered me with his renewed hard cock, making me come again as he held he steady, my pussy wrapped around his cock and trying to milk it. For at least 5 minutes he held me there, still and steady, not moving inside me but letting me recover from the powerful climax. "Holy Shit!" I gasped eventually. "It's not over yet, princess," he said. I smiled and squeezed him internally, enough to make his eyes loose focus a little. "It better be soon, I've got to get back to work." He smiled too. Tom unlocked my legs that had wrapped around his waist and turned me around to face the sawhorse. 'Excellent,' I thought. 'I love this position.' Smoothly from behind he entered me, wrapped an arm around my waist to play with my clit and the other hand to fondle my breast, and I was in heaven as he fucked me silly. I came twice more gently before his thrusts started to go off rythym, and his breathing came over all ragged. I flexed my hips and tried to aid him to keep the rythym going as he kept slamming into me and he pinched a nipple hard to shoot fireworks off in my brain. He grabbed my hips and slammed hard into me, coming deep inside as I climaxed too. One the way out I reminded him to pick up some chisels. "I'd better buy some more things," he said. "I'd hate to make you loose your job." "Don't worry about it. I own the store." He looked stunned, but I just smiled. "I told you the owner was screwy, didn't I?" Hardware Brice walked up to the counter with a question and a smile. Cassandra immediately recognized him from his pictures- or rather, she thought she did. It was hard to tell in person and in any case, she wasn't about to ask. If it was him, he'd gone a ways out of his way to go shopping for drywall. "Could you help me find something?" Normally, she would have declined but seeing as it wasn't very busy- it was nearly closing time- and how she couldn't see another orange apron in sight, she agreed. Besides, if it was the guy from the internet, he was undoubtedly up to something... "What exactly were you looking for?" She asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible, feeling the blood rush to her face and her palms start to sweat. He wasn't that far behind her, walking fast, his presence in her comfort zone. She could feel him close and for some reason this didn't bother her as much as reason told her it should. "I need to do some screwing," Brice said, totally deadpan. Cassy's eyebrows arched and she managed not to groan in disgust. "And I need to readjust some plumbing, snake out a blockage." "I see." It was all she managed to reply to his totally lame and childish innuendo. She led him through the forest of aisles, to a spot she'd known about virtually since the first day there, though she'd never used it. A spot right in the back, between the fixtures and the lamps, where there was empty space inside the plumbing aisle. Normally, displays would be affixed back here but tonight, the space was empty. It was cramped and perfect. "I think I have what you're looking for in here". She said, trying not to look at his face. He was cute in person too- thank God- and the thought of what she was about to do made her embarrassed. A quart of adrenaline had been dumped into her body now and she started to shiver with anticipation as she ducked down into the dark space and eventually found herself crawling on all fours... She stopped when she felt him behind her. His hands were sliding along her lower back, running up to her shoulders and neck, griping firmly and sliding back down, applying just enough pressure to feel good. Cassy closed her eyes and bit her lip a little, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of guilt in letting him do this. He'd talked about it before, seemingly jokingly and she's agreed to is weeks before, assuming it would never happen... His hands moved back up her sides this time, making her arch her back, getting into the feeling of being taken. His hands silently pressed forward, cupping her breasts gently with a perfect amount of teasing where he thought- correctly- her nipples were. Neither said a word as Brice felt her up, though with his slacks pressed into her jeans, she could feel his reaction grow stiffer against her ass. A deep hiss escaped his teeth, exhaling warm and lustful air upon her, a sign that his own control was waning. He wanted to ravish her, to make her feel like the sexiest woman alive, to unleash his desire in and through her very soul, shaking her world to its foundations... She took in a deep breath, pressing her ass into his crotch. She could feel him pressing into her as well, thrusting his still-clothed member into her soft and now moist behind. Her head twisted to the side as she tried to brush the hair from her face and almost like he read her mind, a hand came up and around to pull it back, before his palm stroked her cheek in as sweet a gesture as the situation allowed. She sighed again and giggled a throaty "oh you're a bastard" giggle, reaching down to rub her increasingly slippery crotch over her zipper. Reaching up under her apron, she undid her button and fly, sliding a hand down between her legs... Brice took Cassy's cue, and leaned back on his knees, tugging her jeans down to her thighs. Then, one leg at a time, he slid them down to her ankles so she could spread herself as far open as she needed to, for whatever he wanted to do to her. She was waiting for him to decide when she felt his face behind her, his nose buried into her now dripping pussy. He pressed his face in, his tongue probing forward, slipping up and down her lips, pressing forward just enough to make her feel her lips spreading open to admit himself. Cassy shook as his fingers deftly rubbed her clit in light, steady circles, his lips to hers, his tongue probing inside her. She rocked back and forth against him, enjoying it, taking her time, until his fingers came back and then slid inside her. Brice curled his two fingers down to press against her G-Spot, sliding them in and out but never leaving her completely. Cassy braced herself against the ground, eyes screwed shut, the feeling of someone touching something in her that few had ever managed was amazing and she could feel a pressure building in her crotch, just at the top of her ass... Brice stopped suddenly, and a hand came up over Cassy's mouth. A few seconds later, she saw shadows down the aisle, and heard the walking of a couple, looking at sink fixtures. His hand withdrew, and so did he, though she thought she hear movement behind her. Her ass in the air for all to see, she waited for him to move next. And he did, sliding his slacks down, exposing his thick, hard cock, sticking straight forward like an arrow at the soft brown of Cassy's pussy. He saddled up behind her, a hand on her shoulder, the other on himself, sliding the head- wet with pre-cum- along the outside of her wet, willing sex. "Shhhhhh...." He whispered as he slid forward, moving to her wetness and gradually inching in, so as to not hurt her too badly. She could feel him slide in impossibly slow, his head rubbing along her walls, her vagina tightening up on his shaft as he pressed in further, until his head almost tickled her cervix... Her mouth open, unable to speak, she felt him enter her and she took it all. She took in a sharp breath as he started to pull it out just as slow, then plunged it back in again. He thrust in and out of her, his head never leaving, silent as a shadow while the couple outside discussed gold or silver colored faucets. As soon as they were out of earshot, he ramped up rapidly, slamming into her. Brice's balls slapped her eager pussy lips, his thighs pounding hers his hands on her shoulders, pushing her onto him. It had been so long for them both. Brice hadn't felt inside a woman, felt connected to another human being in this very intimate way in ages. Cassy hadn't been filled in over a year, and she'd never felt so absolutely desired by any man. He wanted her, she could feel it course through him into her with every deep pelvic thrust. The feeling of acceptance, comfort, trust, and wanton lust was overwhelming her. She tightened up on his thick dick and was rewarded with the feeling of his head growing even larger. He was close... Brice stopped abruptly and pulled out of her slowly. "Roll over, strip." He gently commanded. Cassy did as instructed, her legs up as though on stirrups as he stroked his cock now slick with her sex. When she was on her back, propping herself up on her elbows, he placed himself underneath her legs...and back inside her. This time, her ass rested on his firm thighs as he bucked himself up and down inside her, leaning forward and pressing his body into hers. He reached up and teased her breasts, kissing her deeply as he thrust in and out of her, feeling her tightness tighten on his cock. The feel of cool sticky fluid ran down her ass cheeks as he fucked her faster, rhythmically rocking back and forth... "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he moaned around her lips, feeling himself give way in her, thrusting through the climax, until first one, then another, another and then another thick load of warm, sticky cum had coated the inside of her aching cunt. The feeling was too much for Cassy, and Brice kept thrusting- despite the sensitivity- until Cassy soon came after him, her hips shaking as she lost control, hands on his chest, fingers through his hair, seeming to last forever until she collapsed, drenched and spent. For a while, he lay atop her, kissing and nuzzling her neck, sending post coital chills and aftershocks up and down her body, before boring down on her brown eyes with his green gaze. "Thank you. See you online." He said, kissing her again before getting up and leaving her with him still inside her. Cassy got up, put her pants back on, then her bra, shirt, apron. The rest of the night went by quickly, with small chills running up her spine every time more of his semen squished between her legs. She couldn't wait to get home to check her email. Hardware Mr. A. is the head of the large computer manufacturer at which I work. I am his assistant. My main responsibility is assisting him in getting off. Today he is in a dark mood. He has called me into his office. Of course I was there immediately. He has me close and lock the door behind me. He then orders me to take off my clothes. I look at him for a moment, sitting behind his large desk, but then do as I am told. After all, he is my boss. And he has the most beautiful cock. Standing before him in the 4-inch stilettos that he prefers that I wear, I slowly unbutton the top of my dress. He watches me with his dark, intense eyes. Staring into those mesmerizing eyes, I continue to remove my clothing. Taking my time with the unfastening of the buttons, I slowly raise my arms and lift the dress from my body. Removing it completely, again meeting his gaze, I throw the dress onto the couch near me. The black leather couch on which he fucks me. As I had been removing my dress, I knew that he would be angry and I was looking forward to his response. I stood before him, in my lace bra and panties, thigh high, lace-topped stockings. All black. I hear a sharp gasp from behind the desk. You see, Mr. A demands that I wear only white. I have defied him. I lower my eyes in mock remorse. He stands and moves from the desk, towards me. Standing before me, he looks down at me. "You are a slut", he says softly. "My slut. And do you know what a slut deserves?" I know this is not a question. I raise my head slightly and look him at him. "To get fucked." I lower my eyes, my panties dampening at the thought. "Lie down," he demands. I move backward, slowly, towards the couch, until I gratefully feel it against the back of my weakening legs. I lower myself onto its cool smoothness and lean back, my head resting against the arm. "Take off those whore panties," he hisses. Staring into his eyes, as if in a trance, I slowly slide my hands down my body. Raising the lace edge, I pull the panties down, exposing myself to his dark eyes. Lifting myself slightly, I pull the panties down over my legs, over the silk of my stockings. "Stop!" he says. I do, and the soft lace panties fall from my hands, and then are caught on the sharp, cruel heel of one of my stilettos. "Spread those legs for me," he tells me and I do. Raising his voice he demands, "Wider." I spread my legs wider and I am completely open to him, one stiletto-encased foot draped over the arm of the sofa. Only my breasts and legs dressed in thin black silk and lace, my thighs spread, I am completely vulnerable to his eyes and his anger. His eyes are locked on my pussy, wet and completely open to him, for him. He wets his lips and closing my eyes in expectation, I hope to feel his mouth upon me. He comes toward me and lowers himself between my widespread legs. He runs his hot, rough hands under my bra, over my breasts, pinching the nipples, and then moves his hands over my stomach, my lace-covered thighs. All the time he stares at my wet pussy, spread before him, like an offering. I ache to feel his hands, his mouth, his cock. His hands slowly move to the lips of my cunt. With his thumbs, he spreads me open and lets his fingers lightly brush my aching clit. I whimper and he laughs. He spreads me open wider, letting his fingers feel the soft wetness awaiting him. He pauses and I hold my breath, not sure what he is about to do. Lifting his eyes to my face, he tells me "This cunt is mine, for my use only. It belongs to me. Remember that." And with that he buries his face into my gaping pussy, tonguing, sucking, biting it harshly. I cry out and pushing back against the cool, smooth leather of the couch, raise myself to him, his mouth, his probing tongue and sharp teeth. Fucking myself against his face, I can feel myself being lifted from the painful pleasure of his touch; I push myself harder against him and holding my breath, feel myself overwhelmed by orgasm. And then he stops. Hanging on the edge of cumming, I look at and beg him. "Please, please, please." "No," he tells me, "Sluts don't deserve to cum. Yet." I moan and lower my hands to my tortured cunt, burying my fingers inside myself, almost forcing myself to cum. Watching me with a sadistic smile, he grabs my hands from my needy pussy and raises them over my head. He then moves onto the couch, over me. With one hand he lowers the zipper of his bulging pants and takes out his rock hard cock. Brushing it over my face, my lips, he then forces it into my mouth. I can only moan as he moves his invading cock over my lips, my tongue. My head back, he moves over me and I take him deep into my throat, as if impaled on his cock. At times he holds his cock deep within my throat and just as I feel I will never breathe again, he pulls it from my mouth, only to force it deeper with the next thrust. Over and over he forces his powerful cock past my lips, raping my mouth and throat. At times he is thrust so deep into my throat I can feel the cold zipper of his pants pressed into my cheek. Sucking him into me, I imagine, and it feels as if, he is fucking my mouth and pussy at the same time. Suddenly, he pulls back and away from me, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum and saliva. Still grasping my wrists, he pulls me from the couch and almost drags me to his desk. He turns me roughly, until my back is towards him and then presses me forward. I then feel the cold, hard wood of the desk against my hot breasts, and then he forces my head onto the desk, his hands buried in my hair. I manage to turn my face and look at him. Standing behind me, he positions himself behind my ass, which is raised to him and his cruel cock. He bends and presses his arm against my stomach, forcing me against him. With the other hand, he moves his cock over the dripping wet lips of my pussy. I push myself against him, needing to feel him inside my aching pussy. Instead he raises his cock and hips, forcing himself between the cheeks of my ass, he thrusts the head of his cock deep into my open ass. I cry out, but this only makes him harder, stronger. I hear him moan as with sharp thrusts as he further penetrates my body. He leans into me and harshly fucks my ass, his hand pushing my back, my head, harder onto the desk. His strong arm encircles my hips, holding me tight against his body as he forces himself mercilessly into me. My body slides over the cool wood of the desk, powerless to the harsh movements of his thrusting cock. Suddenly, I feel him leaning deeper into me, his balls pressed tight against the wet lips of my cunt. I realize that he is reaching over me, taking something from his desk. I can only lie, pressed into the desk, as he rests his entire weight on my body. With one sharp yank of his arm, he takes what he needs and then pulls back from me, his cock still buried inside of me. Raising himself, he holds himself still within me. Suddenly I feel something cool and smooth and hard against the dripping lips of my empty pussy. Whatever it is, he rubs it against me, making it slick with my juices. I feel it part the lips of my cunt, moving further into me. Then, with all the strength, in his right arm, he forces the object, wide as it is, into my defenseless pussy. He pushes, shoves it into me. It feels as if it gets wider and more painful as it moves into me. Then, when I feel as I can't be filled anymore, the object tapers, to its end and I know that it is buried inside my cunt. He moves his hand and begins to fuck me with it, hard. Feeling something sliding over and between my legs, I realize that he has taken something from his computer and forced it into my wet pussy. I am being fucked with the mouse from a laptop, its long black cord hanging between my widespread legs, from the lips of my dripping cunt. He then continues his assault on my ass. Thrusting the mouse inside me, he pushes his unrelenting cock into me again and again. Filled with hard plastic and harder cock, I feel an orgasm building with me. Mr. A's cock swells toward explosion inside me, bringing me closer. Opening my eyes so that I can watch him as he cums I can see, through the window, into an office, in another building. A man is standing there, cock in hand, watching us, watching me being fucked. I look into his eyes and cum, hard, my breasts pressed into a desk, computer hardware jammed deep into my pussy, solid cock shooting hot cum into my invaded ass. Hardware Service This short story was inspired by another of Literotica's contributors - 'WhiteWave48' without whose original idea it could never have been written. Hers was the creative concept, mine merely the pleasure of converting that into the story that we both hope you, and others, will enjoy as much as we have in bringing to you. For some of her own very special brand of stories, check her out via the 'Author's Index' then, as we both often say - "Enjoy!" Hardware Service Chapter 1 It all began during one of those apparently almost pre-ordained lulls in the hubbub of the noisily giggling chatter of one of our occasional 'girls only' nights out. There were eight of us; a mix of those who had been friends at either high school or college; girls who met irregularly, and then spent the evening drinking, laughing, sometimes dancing, but in between, mainly eagerly swapping stories of our latest love-life's adventures - and, equally unabashedly, their counterparts, the disastrous failures. Unfortunately, all too often I seemed to find myself having far more of the latter to talk about, than I ever did the former. And if it hadn't been for the fortuitousness of those few unusually quiet minutes, it might well have been exactly the same for me at the next of our nights out. Three of the girls had gone over to the bar to replenish our supply of tongue-lubricating booze, two had headed for the toilet, leaving two girls at the far end of the table, and me, alone at the other. Immediately behind us there was a similar girls' table, all of whom had been doing very much the same things as we had, but, right then, three of those girls were huddled together - almost conspiratorially - and if it hadn't been for the fact that they were immediately behind me I would have never have even thought of trying to listen in on what they were saying. And if it hadn't been for one girl's much louder exclamation, and my interpretation of it, I still might not have done. 'He was huge! I guess it had to be the full eight inches it had said on his badge. It certainly felt as though it was!' she'd added with a still remaining hint of the breathless wonderment of what having a thing of that size up inside her had felt like. Now I have never been a girl who yearns for a man with an over-sized cock - I'm a 'quality' woman, not a 'quantity' one. But it was the idea that the eventual size of this man's equipment had in fact been displayed on some sort of badge that really intrigued me - and aroused my natural curiosity. So, while trying to keep my movements natural and casual, I leaned back on my chair and concentrated hard on what was being said in sometimes louder, sometimes much more softly spoken whispers. As I had already missed out on the beginning of the girl's recounting, I didn't find out exactly why the men in the place she mentioned, did what they apparently did, maybe they were all just super-excessively horny. But I certainly heard enough to know where, and at what times it was best to go there - and I made a very clear mental note of all the other details that someone like me, a first-timer, would need to be familiar with. The following Saturday, a little before the apparently quietest time, mid-afternoon, I made my way to the hardware barn, that time on a purely reconnoitering visit. I found it was exactly as the girl at the table had described; many of the male assistants, it seemed predominantly the younger ones, wore a second badge beneath the one inscribed with their name. They were rather smaller, discretely so, and to the uninitiated might appear to be no more than some sort of staff number. But I knew the real meaning of the '6s', '6t' and all the range of length and thicknesses that were to be seen on the assortment of badges. I even found the guy wearing the badge '8t' that was perhaps the one the girl in the club had sampled. Now although I might have been tempted to consider trying him, if only for the uniqueness of the experience, he wasn't the guy I found myself really fancying, he was a bit too dark and hairy for my liking. No, the one that really caught my eye, and sent shivers of excited anticipation running up through me, was a tall, fair-haired young man wearing badges that said 'Ben' and '6½t'. So much so that in fact I was seriously considering changing my plans, and see if he was available right there and then, when some other woman, several years older than I, sauntered past me, carrying a basket with the signal product clearly displayed. I found myself feeling stupidly disappointed when Ben turned to talk to her, then accompanied her off towards the far end of the aisle - but consoled myself with the thought that before doing so he had given me a long, and apparently appreciative look, then glanced down to see that my basket was actually empty. Much of the next few days were spent in a questioning quandary. Should I, would I go again? If I did, would I pick up that fluorescently coloured product that would signal my availability? Would I first go and make sure that Ben was working? Should I take condoms with me, or would he have some? Did I really want him to wear one? Which of my underwear sets would I wear? Should I wear any? And what about the outer things? Which outfit made me look the most appealingly attractive? Which of them would he find the most eye-catching? And then if everything went according to plan; which position would he take me in? Would he leave the choice to me? Which of the various ways would I find most exciting? And finally, and one that was repeated over and over again - what on earth was I doing in even contemplating going out for what would after all, be no more than a totally impersonal fucking, and one that would therefore probably turn out not to be neither particularly exciting, nor truly satisfying? But of course the combination of my circumstances meant that right then I was vulnerable to the idea of any kind of sex! My love-life had been an absolute desert for several frustratingly lonely months. I had found myself almost instantly physically attracted to that tall, fair-headed assistant - and the badge proclaiming he was a '6½t' had played no small part in that! And finally there was of course that much vaunted, and not always over-stated, 'feminine curiosity'. So, recognizing the basic democracy that under-wrote the barn's special service - that although each woman had the choice as to whether or not to make her interest known in the first place - each assistant also had the freedom to either follow-up, or not, on her signaled availability - I began thinking seriously as to how I should present myself. Luckily the run of warm weather meant that I would not have to wear anything too bulky, a skirt and top would be quite sufficient. Then a quick, mental, check of my limited wardrobe gave me the appropriate skirt; the relatively light-weight, side-buttoning, just above knee-length, basic A-line, would be both quick and easy to dispose of - or would give Ben's hands more than enough room to reach up underneath it. The fact that its length and tendency to swirl about them as I moved, would also, hopefully, high-light what some guys had said were definitely my second best feature, my legs. The choice of which top to pair with it, was even easier; that skirt was Wedgwood Blue, so the powder blue, scoop-neck - which always managed to both attract a few perving glances, while at the same time helping to highlight my rather darker blue coloured eyes - would be absolutely perfect. Shoes would be the mid-height sling-backs; then I had to give much more serious thought as to whether or not to wear any, and if so, what underwear should I have on with those things. Although it was not something I had ever previously done - at least not when going out in public during the day-time - I seriously considered not wearing any. But then the length and swirly nature of that particular skirt could prove to be just too embarrassing, especially if the day of my visit turned out to be a windy one. Then I had a sudden vision of exactly what I should wear underneath the outfit, and knew I had nothing even remotely resembling that; so I also had a sex inspired shopping trip to look forward to! I always absolutely love shopping for lingerie - doesn't every woman! Whether for some particularly sexy partner - when I'd had one! - or purely as a way of giving my sometimes deflated self-esteem a much needed boost, there's nothing like an hour or two browsing through all that flimsy finery to make me feel ready for almost anything… But on this occasion I was actually hunting for a clearly visualised quarry; either powder blue or white, lacily transparent, the bra providing just a touch of support - to accentuate my already reasonably well defined cleavage - and the panties being of the sort that are actually supported by a ribbon, tied with a pair of easily unfastened bows that otherwise just seem to decorate either hip. I used most of several lunch times to scour through all the shops in the central shopping area, and although by the Friday I was almost ready to compromise, luckily I remained single-minded, and finally found exactly the underwear set I had so clearly visualised. Powder blue, just a shade or two lighter than the top I had chosen - the lace-work of such open pattern that I knew that both my nipples and aureoles, along with my neatly trimmed pubic triangle would all quite clearly show through. Then, although it was hard to see exactly how the designer had managed to do it, I could tell that the bra would undoubtedly give my breasts both a bit of a lift, and also press them just that much more closely together - give me a genuine 'here they are, so please come and get them boys!', cleavage. And on top of all that, it was conveniently front-fastening! The ribbon that held up the two, quite tiny triangles of the panties, was of course much more neatly tied than I could ever hope to do myself - but, I decided, by the time Ben and I had got to that stage I doubted if he would be too fussed by my lack of professionalism in the ribbon-tying department! So, although they were rather more than I had hoped or expected to pay, I grabbed them before I had a chance to fully consider the state of my credit card. Of course once home again I had to immediately try out my proposed total outfit; ignoring the mirror as I slipped into the brand new underwear, waiting until I had got myself completely ready - only then taking a good hard look at the finished product, and trying to see me as I hoped Ben might. Even though I have never been one to normally go in for self-congratulatory viewings, that time I allowed myself to give the resulting effect a full-blooded tick of approval - even I had to admit that right then I looked positively scrumptious! The two shades of blue gave me a - if not totally 'virginal' - look of perhaps innocent youthfulness, which I had accentuated by combing right out my softly waved honey-blonde hair. The paler shade of the top certainly did what it always did, brought out the darker, almost cornflower-blue of my eyes. But, as the bra was doing an even better job of displaying my wares than I had anticipated, I doubted that Ben's eyes would travel upwards, preferring to feast on what was almost openly displayed lower down. Then, when I stripped off those outer things, I was even more pleased with how I looked semi-naked. The lacy material of the underwear certainly added much more than an indefinable 'something' to what lay beneath it - and right then I felt sure that any man who might have caught even a glimpse, would be quite unable to keep his hot and horny hands off me. I admit that later; after washing my hair, re-ironing my following day's outfit, then applying a more than usually liberal amount of face and body creams, I lay in my bed, playing with myself while imagining what I hoped might happen the following afternoon. I could still quite clearly visualise Ben's face, his body, especially the length and well defined muscularity of his legs, and his cutely - and sexily tautly rounded - bottom. Of course I had to use my much used imagination for the rest of him, but that badge - the '6½t', especially the 't' - gave me a healthy amount to work on! Just the idea of having six and a half inches of him slip-sliding in and out of me was fantastic! The information that it was a 'thick' six and half inches, just made it all the more effective! And although it all happened rather too quickly to fully satisfy me, imagining having him - and it - fucking me in one of my several favorite positions, soon had me climaxing, loudly and wetly. But, given how suddenly that orgasm had overtaken me, I gave myself a few minutes to imagine that he might then like to spend some more time with me - time to hold me and kiss me, time to feel and fondle the firm fullness of my breasts, time to feel just how ready I was for him to start all over again, that time even more leisurely, making sure I had a second - and that time even more mind-numbing - orgasm. Chapter 2 Not surprisingly, after the vivid explicitness of my previous night's imaginings, I found myself getting unusually 'hot and bothered' on my way to the hardware barn the following afternoon. So much so that I cursed myself for not wearing a more functional pair of panties for the trip, saving the flimsily lacy ones to change into once I got there. But I had no choice but to hope that in the unlikely event that he had a chance to get a proper whiff of me, he turned out to be one of those men who actually got even more excited by catching the scent of a woman in heat. Of course, dressed as I was, it was inevitable that I should get perved on by men other than Ben, even during the short walk from my car to the entrance to the barn, I got several totally unwanted - but nonetheless ego-boosting comments - and even one rather more crudely blunt proposal. Once inside, I made a quick scurry round, to make sure that Ben was actually working that day - until then I had been so busy concentrating all my thoughts on him that I hadn't even bothered to think what I might do if he wasn't! But, he was! I think he might have caught sight of me before I actually did him - because when I finally saw him, he was standing stock-still, staring at me, his eye-brows raised, and a look of both astonishment - and what I hoped might be his almost instant arousal - on his face. Then his eyes dropped, he saw I not only wasn't carrying the fluorescently coloured signal product, but not even a basket in which to carry it. His look of disappointment was even clearer than his earlier one of sexual interest had been - and that look gave me the impetus to hurry off to first collect a basket, then to stick one of those horridly garish products in it. Within a minute or two I was back where I had seen him, and wonder of wonders, he was still standing in exactly the same place - perhaps hopefully waiting for my return. He took one brief look at what I was carrying, and hurried towards me - that time his face split with an almost Cheshire-cat grin of quite obviously lustful expectation. 'Thank god you came back again - I've not been able to stop thinking about you all this last week!' he said. 'Really!' I replied in as controlled a voice as I was able to manage. 'Why's that?' 'When I saw you last week, I really, really hoped you had come for the extra service - I wanted to do it with you so much it hurt!' 'From what I saw you were about to provide that service for the other woman.' I retorted. 'Only because you weren't carrying the signal product.' he explained. 'Well, today I am, so what happens now? I've never been here before.' I added. 'Ah - so last week was just a sort of survey trip, a chance to see the lie of the land, so to speak.' 'Precisely so, and to see exactly what was on offer.' I said, allowing myself to give him one of my most mischievous grins. I have to say here that not only was Ben just as attractive as the image I'd had in my mind - and had had so much satisfaction in using the previous night - but he further endeared himself to me because all the time we had been exchanging those initial pleasantries, his eyes had never once wandered away from my own. Not once had he done what virtually all other men in his position would have, allow their eyes to drop down to the display I was putting on for them with my scoop-neck top and 'come and get them' breasts. So, when he then asked if I was happy with what I had seen on offer - I was eager to assure him that I definitely was! 'I think we shouldn't waste too much more time on the introductions, Ben. Why not just explain to me how things normally progress from here - I'm available, and I hope that you are too.' 'For you - most definitely, any time! But first, what should I call you?' 'I'm Angela - yes I know, I have heard all the witticisms, most of them several hundred times, thank you. You can either call me by that name, or give me another - if you'd prefer that.' 'No, Angela is a lovely name - and I wasn't going to make any witty remark about whether or not it actually suits you - I guess we'll find that out in due course!' he added with as wicked a grin as the one I had given him. 'Now as to where we go from here, that's partly your choice, you're the customer. Some women just like what we refer to as a 'quickie' - usually done standing-up at the end of one or other of these aisles. But there are places where we can take a little more time about things, and of course some women like to go for something more creatively dramatic - for instance, there is one woman who likes to have hers way up there.' he said, pointing towards the roof of the barn. 'We bring out one of the fork-lifts, lay some cushions on a pallet, and up, up and away she goes.' He paused for a moment, finally unable to stop his eyes from drifting downwards. 'But with a woman as gorgeous as you are, there are a couple of rooms set aside - we usually keep them for our long-term, special needs customers, but if it was my choice, I wouldn't want to be with you anywhere that was less private and comfortable than they are.' That remark, and the undoubted sincerity that lay behind it, of course delighted me - some other time, I thought, I might quite like the idea of a 'knee-trembler' backed up against some piece of equipment - but this time, our first time, it seemed both appropriate, and deeply stirring, that we should have some private time and space to ourselves. 'A room like that sounds wonderful.' I said, hearing the trembling excitement in my voice. 'Lead me on, please Ben!' I added, reaching out to take a firm hold of his hand. Now that little exchange had taken no more than three or four minutes, but even in that very short time the feelings I'd developed whilst driving to the barn, had returned - a hundred times more strongly! But then, not only did I have the actual maleness of him no more than a couple of feet away - The sight of him - his fair skin made even more so by its contrast with the dark, bottle-green colour of his uniform - the closeness of its fit enhancing his light but well-defined muscularity - his eyes, gazing so deep it seemed they must be reading the carnality of my most close-guarded thoughts - his mouth, those moist and so inviting lips - his overall body-language, leaning towards me, as though at any moment he would be unable to restrain himself from simply reaching out and wrapping his arms around me. The scent of him - the faint whiff of a still lingering remnant of that morning's after-shave, the light cocktail of smells that came from both the place and the goods he had handled - and maybe underlying all of those, detectable only in the most subliminal reaches of my brain, those wickedly powerful male sex pheromones! Hardware Service - no, not only did I have the impact of his maleness arousing me, there were also those scenarios I had so skillfully conjured up for myself the previous night, which continued to powerfully haunt me. Scenarios of him fondling and kissing every single part of me. Scenarios, that coupled with images of how he would look when naked, allowed me to see that most critical part of him, that 6½ inch, thick, fully engorged, cock. Scenarios of how it would feel when he was thrusting that gorgeous thing steadily back and forth within the folds of my eagerly embracing pussy. So, given all that was going on beneath my, hopefully, still coolly controlled exterior, it's not too surprising that the warm dampness I had earlier been aware of, was by then a positively wetly tingling fullness! I could tell that my pussy had not only re-moistened, but quickly swollen, giving me an additionally arousing buzz as it pressed itself against the damp crotch of those scanty panties. And my breasts were no less tender, perhaps they were even more so. By then so tautly sensitive that even the filmy fabric that lightly enfolded them was in fact stimulating them. Their already aching nipples pressing through its lacy openings, and - as they held them, the stiffly swollen tips being subjected to the movements of the light cotton top brushing back and forth against them, making them feel as though they were doing their very best to actually poke their way out through it. In some ways I shouldn't have been surprised that when he reached out and took one of my hands with his, my knees seemed to momentarily buckle beneath me - I knew I was trembling, from head to foot, knew I would have difficulty moving one of those feet in front of the other, knew I was reacting like some teen-ager about to be taken off for her first ever fuck, knew I was reacting absolutely stupidly! So, almost blindly, but nonetheless eagerly, I followed to wherever he was leading me. I had just a second or two to take in something of our surroundings; a not too small room, lit by hidden, low-level lighting, sparsely, but comfortably furnished, a chair or two, a coffee table in front of a small sofa, a door that led, perhaps, to a bathroom, and dominating it, a large, maybe over-large king-size, bed. But then all thoughts of the adequacy, or not, of the furnishings, simply vanished - his arms swept around me, pulling me close to him, close to the blocky maleness of his body, against the firm ridge I could feel in the front of those sexily close-fitting shorts, close enough for his lips and mouth to press themselves against my own. That first kiss was definitely memorable; moist, without being sloppy - firm, without being bruising - tender, without being merely affectionate, and as mine responded to its undoubted message, his tongue, at least just the tip of it, began, hesitantly at first, searching for my counterpart. I guess the response he got from me - from the way I molded my body against his, from the way my fingers dug into his deliciously tautly rounded buttocks, from the way my tongue snaked energetically deeply forward - told him exactly how I was feeling; how I longed for us to get down to more serious business. 'Would you like me to undress you - or would you feel more comfortable doing that for yourself?' he asked in a breathless but still considerate tone. 'Let's both deal with our own outer stuff - leave the last bits for a little while, I'd like a few moments to just look at you. Would you mind that?' I responded. 'Of course not - I've been dying to see what you're actually hiding under there!' he answered with what was becoming a familiarly quirkily lop-sided grin. So we stood there; carefully watching each other as we removed our outer clothing - first shoes, then our tops, then the skirt and shorts. I saw the way his eyes stared unblinkingly when I lifted the top up over my head; saw his eyes narrowing as he stared at my lace covered breasts. Maybe mine looked quite similar when I saw the broad shoulders and the just lightly fuzzed chest he exposed as his shirt fell to the floor. Then, as though being led by the same conductor, we paused, allowing our eyes the time to sweep over, and file away in some special memory-bank, what each of us saw that was exciting about the other. As my hands reached for the side-button fastening on my skirt, his dropped to unzip himself, and a second or two later we each stood there in just our underthings. His were a pair of square-legged, maroon coloured briefs. But it was neither the style nor the colour that really grabbed me, but the full-bloodedly solidly ridging bulge, that was deforming them. "Not long before I see that 6½ t" I thought to myself. Although his thoughts of course remained hidden, if the way his fingers were flexing as he stared long and hard at the various parts of me were any indication, it was clear that they were itching to not only rid me of even the flimsy covering I still had left on, but to get to hold; to feel and fondle; the skin, the curving flesh, and to begin to explore the still more exciting folds and crevices that they encompassed. He stepped forward and took me in his arms again, that time much more tenderly, but the passion behind the kiss that followed, more than made up for any lack of power in the way his arms were holding me. As his lips pressed much, much more tightly against mine, and his swirling tongue snaked deep within, his hands began gently but effectively caressing me; my back, my bottom, my thighs - then around, between us, slowly up along my leg, hip, stomach, and up to the curve of my impatiently straining breast. His fingers sent little jolts of lightning-like sensations up through me, and if his mouth had allowed me to, I would have gasped at the sheer intensity of pleasure they gave me. Now here, now there, never too hurried, but still never too prolonged in any one single place. I was so instantly enthralled by those normally fairly insignificant caresses that it was only when I felt his fingers searching for the catch on my bra-strap that I came to again - reaching up between us to release the one at the front, and, taking that opportunity to snatch a quick gasp of much needed breath, said. 'I think this is what you were looking for.' He released me, at least partially, holding me at arm's length while he looked downward. 'Sweet heaven, they're beautiful!' he exclaimed in a low, breathless whisper. 'Perfect! Perfectly beautiful!' he added as he slipped the bra off me a moment or two later. Then he finally did what I realised I had been desperately waiting for; he lifted his hands and cupped them, held them. Held them gently, but firmly, allowing his fingers to wander up over the curving shape of them, allowing his thumbs to lightly, but persistently move back and forth against their rosily swollen nipples. By comparison with the little jolts of lightning-like sensations he had given me a few moments earlier, that stimulation hit me with the force and energy of a series of molten thunder-bolts! My breasts felt as though flames were licking up over them, searing them, searing them with an intensity of pleasure I had never, ever felt before. Both they and their jutting nipples soon felt as though they had swollen to at least twice their normal size; so swollen that I felt the mounting pressure inside them must surely burst them. But the thrills, the sheer ecstasy was so overwhelmingly powerful - I really didn't care what would happen, so long as he didn't stop from whatever it was his simply magical fingers were doing. Then I felt him bending, his hands not releasing my breasts for a single moment, bending himself so that he could, while still sending those blissful lightning bolts up through me, use his mouth to take one of the stiffly engorged nipples, and suck it! My first climax hit me, right there - and just a few, very short minutes later! Although of course I had had many men, at various times fondle and suck them, some much more skillfully effectively than others, until that moment I had never climaxed from simply having them treated in that way. So at first I refused to believe that the whirling, draining pressure inside me was a prelude to a full-blooded climax, imagining it was just one more of the many stages of arousal that we all experience. But when the intensity of those sensations continued strengthening, then, after just a few more seconds of his strong suckling, I felt them taking off, then soaring, I gave myself up to the inevitability of the rush that quickly had me in the power of its grip. Maybe Ben also realised what was happening, I felt him release one of my far too over-stimulated breasts, and slide his arm right around me, holding, supporting me, as my legs gave way, and my strength went to fuel the impact of the orgasm that surged in wave after foam-flecked wave, up from the very innermost core of me. The next few minutes are still a bit of a pleasure-filled blur; I know Ben continued to hold, fondle and suckle me right through to the end of that particular climax. Then, although it's only a vague memory, he unfastened those two little bows, allowed my, by then thoroughly soaking panties to drop away from me, lifted and carried me across to the bed, laying my violently trembling body down with consummate tenderness. Then, although I still regret that I was too insensible to watch him, he must have slid off his briefs, got up beside me, lifted himself over and bent down to once again kiss me. Rather as the prince's did to Sleeping Beauty, that kiss immediately brought me back to life, well at least to full consciousness, I reached up, tugged him down, and kissed him back ten times more fervently than he had me. But even through the haze of continuing and utterly blissful delight I was experiencing I was alert enough to recognise the feel of the stiff rigidity of his cock as it pressed itself against me. And when he huskily asked - 'Are you sure that you want me to go on to the next stage with you?' - I was quick to respond not only positively, but positively eagerly. 'Oh yes, yes please - that's exactly what I really want right now!' I gasped as I excitedly spread and bent my legs for him. The feelings that flowed through me as I felt the satiny bluntness of his cock-head pushing forward between my pussy-lips, were unlike anything else, even stronger than those he had already given me, and I heard myself give a long drawn-out sigh of ecstasy as he then slowly but firmly pushed the rest of his silky hardness inside me. 'Oh Angela, you feel like honeyed velvet!' he cried as he literally buried himself. 'And this is exactly what I've been missing!' I answered breathlessly as he then began to push himself slowly but firmly back and forth. Whether out of continuing consideration for me, or just because the sensations he was getting were so phenomenal, he pushed himself in and out of me, very slowly, giving me all the time I needed to appreciate the many different feelings that his love-making generated. There were of course the purely physical ones; the thrills that rippled up from every single part of my sex; my pussy-lips, my clitoris, even the deeper and normally much less sensitive parts of my vagina. Then there were those less easily defined ones; the sense of fullness, the sense of oneness with him. The sense that this act in some ways represented the very essence of the meaning of male and female bonding, and that Ben's slow but steady pistoning motion was providing the seal that secured that bonding. So, to increase both his and my own enjoyment, I moved myself with him, lifting my hips to meet each of his slow, steady down-thrusts, sometimes just holding myself there so he could plunge even deeper, sometimes, when he held himself poised above me with no more than just his cock-head within me, swaying them from side to side - hearing his low guttural gasp of unexpected and intensified excitement whenever I did that. Neither of us was in any hurry; the physical pleasures we were sharing were too strong to be curtailed unnecessarily - and the emotions each could see reflected in the other's darkly misted eyes, were even stronger still. So we each did whatever we could to hold back the steadily increasing passion we could feel building in each other - only the feel of the more strongly pulsing of his cock within me, eventually alerting me to the inexorable approach of his own climax. I knew that it was usually only in those Hollywood movies, or in the more risqué novels, that couples actually achieved simultaneous orgasms - and that most times it was up to the woman to literally 'think' herself through to hers. But this time - as though endowed by some beneficent guardian-angel - that perfectly wonderful love-making was made even more so by its finale being made the absolute epitome of perfection when each of us started to come within a split-second of each other. Even as I felt the roiling upsurge of the first of the waves powering through me, I also felt the suddenly increased tension in the cock inside me, heard Ben's loud hiss as he drew in an even sharper breath, then, with a loud - 'My darling!' - he thrust himself, almost violently, down. The sheer strength and vigour of that thrust triggering the succession of roller-coaster waves of ecstasy that my own, second and even more powerful orgasm began providing. Of course through the blinding haze of that climax I could not actually feel how much semen his cock was pumping into me - but as he continued powering back and forth for much longer than I might have even hoped for, I knew that his orgasm must be at least as powerful as the one that still held me in its grip. Chapter 3 Then, even when he had come to the end of his, Ben left his slowly weakening cock firmly inside me - perhaps recognizing my continuing need to feel myself linked, joined with him - allowing me those few extra precious minutes in which to come down from the extraordinarily rarified heights our love-making had taken us to. 'That - no you - you were, are, amazing Angela!' he gasped between taking in deep, revivifying lungfuls of air. 'You too Ben, that really was something very special.' I replied. 'If you treat all your customers that way I'm surprised they're not queuing up around the block while waiting for you.' He gave me one of those endearingly quirky grins, but replied with a tone that implied his true sincerity. 'It's never been anything like that with any of them Angela. Something about you reached way down inside me, I honestly don't think I could ever think of you as being just one more customer.' Now right then I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear that kind of thing - a perfect fuck was one thing, expecting it to lead to anything more serious, well that was just for films and story-books - wasn't it? 'Let's not get too carried away Ben - either of us. Making music as beautiful as that little symphony was, well that's one thing - but thinking it might be the precursor to anything more meaningful, well that's just silly! Let's just enjoy things for what they are, not expect them to lead on to anything else.' I could see the fleeting look of a moment's disappointment on his face, then he mentally shook himself, rolled off me, and said. 'Well in that case I suppose I had better explain the charging system to you - or do you already know about that?' Of course I had heard the girl in the club mention that there were charges, that the hardware barn was not providing a philanthropical service, but I had not heard exactly what or how they were charged. 'No Ben, so, yes now is probably as good a time as any to detail those for me please.' He explained that each of the guys had a pocket-sized device which printed out a tag that would be attached to the carry-bag he would give me to hold the fluorescent signal product. The check-out would read the details of the transaction and at the same time, register me with a unique, and securely encrypted, customer code number. Each time I returned to the barn I should bring the product along with me, ostensibly as though I was returning it for some reason, a new tag would be added, both detailing whatever charges I incurred and building up an amount that, from time to time, would entitle me to claim some reward by way of some 'extra special' service. He went on to say that the charge was comprised of two elements; one was the basic service fee charged by the barn - which was not too onerous - the other depended on exactly what level of service I wanted from the guy providing it. 'There's nothing I can do about that basic service fee Angela - but there won't be any additional one, for me I mean - well certainly not this time.' he said by way of conclusion. 'But that's not fair!' I exclaimed. 'Fair or not, there's no way I'm charging you - apart from being the most gorgeous woman I've ever met, and whether you like it or not, I felt something happening between us that was, maybe is, much, much more than just two horny people simply getting their rocks off!' 'If you didn't feel anything like that - well that's just my loss, and if you come back again - as I obviously hope you will, then I'll re-think the charging business - but for now, for this time, well, just forget it! Now I'll just fix your charge-tag, then I'm going to take a very quick shower, I'll leave you to do likewise after me, then you can make your own way out of here.' He did precisely that, left me lying there wondering if I had passed-up an opportunity of establishing the first, maybe initially tenuous, link with a guy who had turned me on, in many different ways, far, far more strongly than any man I had met in many, many years. That night I yet again lay alone, doing my best to recapture at least some of the sensations I had experienced just those few short hours earlier - doing my very best to imagine it was his hands caressing me, that the two or three fingers I pushed up into myself, were in fact his, or even his perfectly fitting cock. And although I did succeed in giving myself at least some partial relief from the pressure that thoughts of him had built up inside me, by comparison with the utterly mind and body numbing ecstasy Ben had given me, the eventual climax was nothing more than mere child's-play. I was really no less successful in dealing with the practicalities of the next few days; of work, or of the frustratingly lonely hours that followed it - all I seemed to be able to think of, was Ben! Of his eyes - the look I had seen in them when he saw me standing there in just my underwear. Of his kisses - and the way they had stirred me as no other man's had. Of his caresses - the molten thunder-bolts they had sent coursing through my breasts. Of his cock - which of course I had foolishly still not seen - and the sheer ecstasy he and it had provided. And, in some ways even more importantly than all those undoubted physical attributes, of his words - the implication that he saw me as being someone who was potentially far more important to him than just another customer! But, as we all do, I somehow managed to get through the intervening days, and even had the ability to think about how I might go about giving each of us at least another chance of either re-establishing or maybe even further exploring something of the feelings which Ben had said he had been experiencing. And which, by then, I had to admit he seemed to have also aroused in me! I decided that my second visit should show a different side of me; not the coy, pale blue, youthful innocent I might have appeared to be that first time - but the more knowing, sometimes demanding, certainly more brazenly needy woman, I could also be. Hardware Service So that time I left off my bra and panties; wearing a loosely fitting top and, remembering that I would still need to be somewhat careful as I how I moved about in it, a skirt that was only just a little bit longer than the one I had worn the previous week. However, feeling how I was already reacting to just the thought of being with him again, and remembering how strongly I had done so during my last drive to the hardware barn, I did take the precaution of slipping a hand towel beneath me as I got into the car. And that was just as well because long before I pulled into the car-park I could feel the warm wetness between my legs, and, then as I began to walk towards the store, felt the tell-tale trickle of already flowing lubrication making its way down the inside of my thighs. That time it was me that got the jump on him; recognizing the appetising curve of buttocks as he bent to tidy some low level stock; then, moving up close behind him and firmly grabbing him; grinning at the startled expression I saw on saw on his face when he straightened and whipped around. 'Busy Ben?' I asked with barely concealed excitability. 'Not too busy that I can't be of help to you.' He replied with that Cheshire-cat grin when he saw I was carrying the signal product. 'I see you decided not to simply walk away from me.' he added in a more intimate tone. 'Far from it! Did you really think I would?' 'I couldn't tell Angela - your reaction was a bit vague, a bit indifferent. I've spent much of this week wondering what it was I did that turned you off me.' 'Oh I was never turned off you Ben - in fact, quite the reverse! But this place isn't the place for holding a conversation of that sort - I just came to see if you were still prepared to offer me some more of your fabulous service.' I added, raising one eye-brow to accentuate my underlying question. 'Oh god yes! Yes please Angela! I've spent most evenings remembering how wonderful it was making love with you.' 'And jerking off while you did that?' I asked in what came out as no more than a breathlessly hoarse whisper. 'That too!' he answered blushingly. 'Doesn't really help much, does it!' 'No - you too?' 'Mmm - naughty aren't we.' 'No Angela - horny, not naughty!' He answered - delighting me with the return of that quirkily lop-sided grin. With the initial tenseness between us dissipated, we stood for a moment or two, our eyes drifting up and down over each other. Mine again noting the firm squareness of his chest and shoulders, then traveling down over his tight fitting shorts and long, muscular legs. His obviously instantly picking-up on the fact I had come to him bra-less, and that time remaining firmly fixed on the way my breasts rose and fell as my breathing came in excitedly shorter bursts. 'Did you ever go camping, I mean with your family?' he suddenly asked incongruously. 'Uh? Well yes.' I responded unsurely hesitant. 'And did you enjoy it?' 'Some bits, yes. Why?' In reply, he simply took my hand and led me off towards a section of the barn I hadn't seen before. 'We have an extensive range of camping equipment - so I'm sure I can show something that will be of interest.' He explained as we turned a corner and I saw a whole area filled with tents, trailers, barbecues, portable showers and a hundred and one other pieces of camping paraphernalia. 'This way Angela.' He said, leading me through the maze towards one of the larger tents, then parting its flap and urging me forward. Once inside he re-zipped the flap shut, turned, and immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me hard up against him as his mouth hungrily sought my own. The feel of him clamping himself so tightly, and of the urgency conveyed in the kiss, told me just how desperately he wanted me. And, given the thoughts I had had each night, and then the unmistakability of the signs I'd had a little earlier, I was left in no doubt that my body wanted his just as badly. He immediately had one hand up beneath the conveniently loose fitting top, using it to firmly cup one breast; the other already scrabbling with my skirt - and it was only when it ventured high enough for him to find that I was equally naked down there too that he finally broke our tongue-swirling, lip-bruising kiss. 'Would you let me take you from behind Angela, you know, 'doggie-style'?' he asked with undisguisably eager excitement. Knowing that that way he would be able to immediately get that magnificently thick cock really deep, I answered instantly. 'Oh yes Ben! I'd absolutely love to feel you doing it that way!' In the few seconds it for him to unzip and strip off his shorts, I simply got down on all fours, flipped my skirt up over my back, and waited. The first thing I felt, was his hand; gently slipping itself forward, between my legs, his fingers moving unexpectedly slowly, caressingly slowly; slipping effortlessly over and between my puffily moist pussy-lips. I heard myself gasp - but the thrills those slow moving fingers sent rushing through me were so exquisitely intense I could barely restrain myself from crying-out even more loudly. Then, as he positioned himself down behind me, I felt his other hand reaching forward, around, under my top, and back to my tenderly sensitive breast. And although his touch instantly re-started those lightning bolts I had felt the other time, I was also conscious of the feel of the long hardness of him brushing itself against the inside my thigh. He held himself steady for a minute or two; using his fingers to caress and stimulate both my nipple-stiffened breast, and my already openly pouting pussy. 'Oh Angela - even being able to hold you like this is wonderful!' he exclaimed breathlessly. 'You are everything a man could ever hope for. Your breasts are a wonder of nature, they're perfect. And knowing that the rest of your body wants me as much I think you do, well that's almost too amazing to believe.' 'But it's true Ben - I do, so although what you're doing is really quite heavenly, and another time I could take as much of it as you'd like to give me - right now I need much more from you. Get it inside me! Your cock! Right now I just need your cock inside me!' I replied in what must have sounded to him more like a dominatrix's forceful command. But my urgency did get an immediate response from him, the next moment I felt the blunt pressure of his cock-head pressing up into me, then it and the mass that followed, forcing itself higher and deeper, opening me, feeling it would actually split me. I loved it; loved the strength of him, loved the rigid hardness of the length of him - but most of all I loved the swollen thickness that seemed to fill the entirety of that aching void deep inside me. That time we didn't make love - we fucked! Fast and furious! Each of us obviously needing to release the pressure we had built during the previous six days and seven all-too lonely nights. But although I was forced to brace myself against the force of his body slamming violently up against me as his rock-hard cock pistoned back and forth unrelentingly, there was absolutely nothing brutal about that fucking. Although our voices were for the most part unintelligible, mostly not much more than guttural exclamations, the occasional word of endearment or tenderness did get through, and let us know that we each felt much more than we would from just some needily anonymous coupling. Even when the wild fury of that fucking had been drained from each of us, when our bodies were still spasming convulsively from the sheer force of what we had unleashed, we remained there, locked together, his cock still tightly plugging me. At that very moment I wished there was some way that I could keep it held there, even its slowly wilting size filled me, completed me - and I wished I could hold on to that feeling of physical fulfillment, always… But of course wishes are not always possible, and after a minute or two of that blissful contentment, I felt him drawing himself back out of me, heard the squelching 'plop' as his cock finally unplugged me, then felt much of the warm stickiness of our coupling starting to ooze back out of me. I had of course foreseen such a hoped for aftermath, and reaching for my handbag, while Ben merely pulled up his briefs and shorts over his semen and pussy-juice smeared cock, I used some tissues to wipe myself, then slipped on a fresh pair of purely practical panties. I was about to say something, but Ben beat me to it. 'I hope this is not the only way we are going to meet Angela. I want a chance to get to know you, as a whole person, not as just someone who drops by every now and then for a fuck. Indescribably wonderful though it is to be able to do it with you. Can't we at least meet somewhere - for a drink, maybe even a meal - give us both a chance to see if what I think we both feel, is more than just a purely physical attraction?' There was such a look of pained consternation on his face that I couldn't suppress a smile. 'You take the words right out of mouth Ben. That's exactly what I was going to suggest we should do.' I answered as I moved forward and slid my arms around him. 'Let's see if we can add a libretto to the beautiful music we can undoubtedly make together.' I'm happy to say that we found we could - Ben and I continue to make both the words and the music that have given us what I can only describe as a duo of virtuosos that continue to perform in perfect harmony with each other - although we do, from time to time, head back to that hardware barn, to enjoy the excitement of some unscored, and usually quite impromptu improvisations in the ways we have sex, or make love with each other. And of course I now have the opportunity to get to see the full magnificence of that thick, six and a half inches of cock that I missed out on the first two times we had sex with each other - and it excites Ben to know that the mere sight of it is always more than enough to get my pussy dribbling in anticipation of whatever it is that we are about to do to and with each other. Hardware Shop Plaything Holly remained in a sitting position in the cage, chin resting against her knees with her arms wrapped around her legs. The floor was cold upon her rear and the bars were little comfort for her back, the only thing she was the least bit thankful for was being fairly short, at just over five feet tall she had a little bit more room than most. She could hear the drone of the auctioneer on stage and the shouts from the crowd as they were slowly auctioned off, soon it would be her turn to go. Her eyes were covered with a satin sash that she dare not remove, knowing someone was most likely watching the cages. Besides the sash, she had a leather collar adorning her neck, a pair of black satin panties, and a simple satin black bra on. "SOLD for seven hundred and fifty dollars!" Yelled the auctioneer, making Holly brace as she knew that put her at least one closer if not the next one up. When she heard the cage next to her open and the whimper of the occupant next door as they were dragged out of the relative security of the cage into the spotlight, she shuddered knowing it would soon be her turn. In the auditorium the crowd buzzed with excitement as the young man was brought before them and made to turn around several times so they all got a good look at him. Those interesting looked down at the sales flyer, flicking to the lot number and reading over his likes, limits, hard limits, hours available, measurements, and so on. Those not interested went back to chatting with their friends and sipping on their evening drinks. The 6th Annual Kinky Christmas Tree fundraiser was going off as planned, this year there were four local groups that had banded together for the fundraising night. The idea behind the Christmas Tree fundraiser was to raise enough money to buy gifts for all the kids on the local mall's Wish Tree. An auction had seemed like the most fun way to raise money with various people offering their services for scenes. They ranged from a photographer to a slave that offered suspension and blood play. By the third year they had invited a second group to join in the fun and the fourth they added in the sales flyers so that the auctioneer didn't have to announce the limits and stats, letting those being auctioned more easily remain in the scene. While they had the occasional Dom or Domme go highly, the most anticipated and best earning group were the slaves who had taken it upon themselves to even get cages and fully immersed themselves in the idea of being property, if just for a brief period of time. Holly heard the gavel come down and knew it was only a matter of time before they came for her. Each second felt like an eternity, waiting for the sounds of footfalls heading her way. Soon the sounds of metal moving and well-oiled hinges came, followed by a hand grasping her collar. The leash was snapped to the collar and the gentle tug pulled her to move onto hands and knees then crawl out of the cage. Once out she was guided to an erect position and had a ball gag inserted in her mouth, "Wouldn't want any poorly chosen words out of this cocksucking mouth now would we?" She heard the stagehand ask her. She just responded by lowering her eyes down to look at the floor. The stagehand led her out, she could feel the heat off the lamps above and knew that she was now out on stage with the full attention of the audience. The buzz of the crowd filled her ears, catching occasional words that seemed to be used to describe various body parts, making her feel like an animal at the auction block and then realizing she basically was an animal at the auction block. That last thought made her internally shudder, though with some effort she was able to keep from letting that show for fear of what punishment would come from that. "We have Lot 29 here ladies and gents, a young female slave unmarked and still tight in all orifices. She will make a fine addition to any collection and most able to please you in every manner that you desire. For such a fine specimen how about we start the bidding at $200?" She heard the auctioneer start his rambling, listening as the offers came in and for a few seconds they rapidly rose. For a moment she felt a tiny bit of pride at how much others valued her, until realizing that again she was being sold to an unknown stranger as a sex slave. The bidding started to slow and as a result one of the stagehands undid her bra, slipping it up enough to show that there was only a little bit of sag in her larger than average breasts, then returned the bra, roughly handling her back into the cups. They made her turn around, bent her over, and showed off that she was cleanly shaven between her legs. These made the bids continue upwards slowly, till there were just three bidders left. Each of the bidders used cards with their number on it to signal the auctioneer, making it impossible for her to figure out anything about them and the anxiety of what sort of person would win the auction was difficult at best. Finally the gavel slammed down, ending the auction with the winning bid having made it to $725, both making her proud at how much someone was willing to pay and fearful at what they were going to expect her to do for them. As she was taken offstage someone came up alongside of her, she could feel the tugging and hear the metal snaps as her leash was changed out, presumably by her new owner. A cloak was slid over her shoulders and pinned at the base of her throat with the hood slipped over her head. To a car she was led, put inside and driven away for what seemed like a fairly long time. Once the car had made its destination, she was led out by the leash and into a building. There the cloak was removed and she had leather cuffs placed upon her wrists and ankles. The ball gag was finally removed from her mouth and she began to work her jaw to relieve it of the stiffness. A slightly evil sounded chuckle echoed in the room at her working the jaw. She was guided by the leash towards a concrete wall and made to kneel down upon a foam cushion. Her ankles were then attached via chains to the floor and her wrists to the wall, with a couple of feet of slack in the chains. For a bit all was quiet and the only thing she could feel was the cool dampness of the air and subsequent chill from the shackles and concrete walls and floor. Finally she heard the sounds of approaching footfalls, the thud of heavy leather boots upon concrete echoing in the room until they stopped in front of her. "Remove the bra, I want to see what Jared purchased for us," came the deep voice and she felt one shackle undone as the back of her bra was unsnapped then arm removed from it. The other arm was removed after the first had been restrained. A rough, callused hand came down and groped her chest, "All natural, good, I had feared there would be synthetic additions. Put the bra away, she won't be needing that for some time. The panties, well we will just rip those off if necessary." "Well, well my pet, by now I'm sure you're wondering just what exactly you've been sold off into, eh? By the looks of you, your previous owner must have been fairly soft as you've obviously been well fed and not marked up. That will change in your future but for now you'll be put to good use, I hope your jaw muscles at least are in decent shape." A laugh followed his last comment. "You will be servicing my patrons, I own a hardware store out front and it helps customers to spend more if they are in a good mood. So to make this short you will be made available to orally service my regular customers during the work day and for my best customers I may allow them to use one of your other orifices. If they cum in your mouth you are to swallow it and you will not be allowed to clean up unless I give you permission." She shuddered a bit at the idea of eventually being marked and reminded of the care of her previous owner, obviously it would not be the same here. There was almost a phantom ache in her jaw at the idea that she would be servicing people all day but that did not worry her nearly as much at the mention of orifices, and not specifying which would be used. She'd only had anal a few times and always with caring men who took it easy upon her, and the chance that the next experience would not be so pleasant had not previously crossed her mind. How easy it had been lulled into the idea that life would always be that way, and now she found herself intensely craving what she'd lost. So wrapped up in her thoughts she was, that Holly almost didn't catch the last thing said to her and opened her mouth for the examination. What she was expecting was to have a finger or two jammed in her mouth to examine it, instead she received a semi-hard cock. Color her surprised but at least instinct kicked in and lips wrapped around the semi-flaccid shaft and gently she began to suckle on him. The taste wasn't all unpleasant, at least he was clean tasting and while he wasn't massive it quickly swelled to a good sized mouthful. His hand came to the back of her head and fingers grasped a chunk of her hair, holding her head in place as he began to slowly fuck her mouth. She heard all sorts of slurs and names slung at her while he violated her mouth, finishing by pulling all but the head out and spraying her tongue with his cum to make her taste it. If she could have, she would have winced as he obviously had a fairly salty diet, and when she didn't swallow it fast enough for his liking, she found her nose being pinched to cut off the airflow. Quickly she swallowed and just to emphasize and perhaps make up for not being fast enough, she bathed his cock with her tongue to get rid of the cum. That seemed to satiate his mood and he released her nose, letting her wash his cock with her tongue until it was flaccid. He then yanked her hair, pulling her head away and zipped up his pants. "For now that will do, but you better treat my customers better than that! I want them in good moods and if I hear any complaints you will go without lunch!" Out the door he marched, leaving her to kneel in the darkness, trying to work up enough saliva to get rid of that salty aftertaste. Her previous Master would at least usually let her have some water after she'd swallowed a load. Through the door she could faintly hear the goings on of a shop, the sound of a bell ringing, dulled voices, and the sound of a cash register. Faintly she hoped that maybe none of his so called regular customers was due to come in that day. Her hope though, was soon to be short lived. The shop had been quiet for a few minutes during what she assumed was a lull in the workday but the quiet was broken with a fairly loud, "Right in there, just stick it in and she'll suck you off good. Don't be afraid to be a bit rough if you feel the need but don't mark up the face or the tits!" The door to the room opened and quickly shut, with heavy steps coming her way, stopping only when they got in front of her. No greeting was given to her, just the sound of a belt being undone, a zipper, and then the sound of pants hitting the floor. Her chin was grabbed and a hard cock pushed into her mouth, it was thick but short, coming a bit shy of her throat. This, she soon found out, was a blessing as the man grabbed the back of her head and began to jackhammer her mouth. His balls slapped against her chin and she did her best to breath when she could as her mouth was used for his pleasure. She'd run across this a couple of times before, men excited at the chance to just use, and let her jaw go lax so that he could do as he wished. When he pace slowed, she expected him to shoot his load, but it seemed he wasn't quite ready yet. Instead he reached down and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple and fondling the flesh. She licked the head of his cock, rolling her tongue around it as he continued to slowly fuck her mouth, wanting to be sure to please him and not anger the new owner. He pulled his cock from her mouth, concerning her that she'd displeased him, but the sound of skin on skin and his grunts reassured that he wasn't and when she felt his cum fall upon her chest she felt an actual wave of relief. It bothered her a little that she felt relieved but nonetheless she was so at having his cum covering her. She listened to him pull up his pants, then walk out, never a word spoken to her and feeling a bit like a sex doll, used and put away. The man that had just used her mentioned to the owner that he liked her tits and hoped that she was a more permanent feature of the shop. At first she grimaced at the idea of being a more permanent feature, knowing how that was going to be, then a tiny bit hopeful as she would at least know what was going to happen to her and knowing that things could be a whole lot worse. Unfortunately the reply was too quiet and muffled by the door for her to find out what he said. She finally had figured out a way to at least rest her butt on the foam and so was feeling at least a bit of comfort, better than being on her knees the entire time. The leather cuffs weren't overly bad, they were wide so while they got annoying after a while she'd had worse, especially handcuffs. It was the waiting that bothered her the most, nothing really to keep her mind occupied, and the constant wondering of what was next to come. What was next was another customer, guided through the door, footsteps quieter than the previous two. She'd straightened up to her knees as soon as she realized someone was near the door, the blindfold may have taken her sight but it sharpened her hearing. His breath was coming a bit heavy and labored, presumably from the walk from the door to where she was. When his fingers came to grope her chest, they felt thicker than usual and so she presumed him to be heavier set. He was more gentle at least, taking him time to enjoy fondling her chest, even pausing to lean over and caress her ass. She felt the head of his cock press against her mouth and parted her lips to allow it entrance. Surprise registered in her brain as her lips had to stretch quite a bit to get around the head and she couldn't feel the base of his cock when the tip touched the back of her throat though she could feel that his belly was near her face. Well he might be overweight but damn he had a nice cock, she thought, rubbing her tongue along the bottom. He took his time, stroking her hair as he very slowly rocked in her mouth. Slowly he was pushing more into her throat and soon he had the entire head rubbing the back of her throat yet she still hadn't felt his balls yet. Part of her thought about how she wouldn't have minded him in another wet hole but the ache in her jaw from stretching was beginning to bother her. Her tongue continued to caress the underside and stroke the head when it wasn't in her throat. Ears were full of him telling her how he had a nice big load for her and how much he wanted to fill her pussy with it. Just as she thought she was going to get completely worn out from his cock, he pulled it from her sore mouth and seconds later she heard a groan and felt warm liquid coat her face. It felt like it just kept coming coating her face, till finally he offered her the tip to clean the last couple of droplets which she licked off much to his delight. He kissed the top of her head then got dressed and made his way out of the room. Against the wall she rested, face dripping cum onto her chest, working her jaw to relieve a little of the soreness from being held in the same position. Her pussy, despite the soreness, had become quite damp and was in dire need of being played with but no one had and she couldn't quite reach it. The thought of trying to squat and run against her calf crossed her mind but the concern over punishment if she was caught kept her from trying. Over the next couple of hours she serviced another four so called customers, swallowing two loads and getting two more loads over her body. The feeling of drying cum over her face and torso had her feeling quite dirty and yet her pussy ached with the need for release. When the door opened again, internally she sighed, worked her jaw and got ready to have it used again. The footsteps seemed familiar and when their owner got close she recognized the scent as the man who was in charge of her. He chuckled as he looked over her current state, "Well I think it's time for a change of position for you, to make things more accessible." He clipped the leash back to her collar, then undid the shackles and got her to rise up, walking across the cold, concrete floor. From there he had her climb up on a table then into a sling. The sling was raised and the table rolled away, allowing her to lay upon her back with her legs up in the air and spread. Her arms were raised and tied and her head level with her torso. She had a pretty good idea what this rig was going to be used for and while there was some excitement at hopefully getting some relief there was apprehension at who would be doing that. The sling wasn't overly comfortable but it was nice to just be off of her knees and with the excitement of the day it was hard to not fall asleep. It wasn't long that she had to wait though, she guessed that he knew someone who would want this was coming in when she heard the door open. To her surprise though, it wasn't just one pair but several pairs of feet that made their way in. Curiosity piqued, she waited to see what was going on, listening and trying to figure out if any of the feet sounded familiar though none of them were clear enough to figure that out. There was some laughing and joking going on around her, a few crude comments made in regards to her body and current social station. A large hand cupped her pussy and pushed a rough finger inside of her, the owner exclaiming, "Well how bout this boys? The sluts drenched!" A thumb found her clit and rubbed against it as the finger within her began to stroke her insides. Shortly afterwards a hand found her head and guided her to turn it so that a cock could be pressed to her mouth. Within a few minutes the fingers were replaced with a stiff cock and her hands had been filled with thick members. Never before had she had so much attention placed on her, the man fucking her pussy was caressing her clit with his thumb and the men whose cocks she was stroking were gently pinching and caressing her breasts. When the man in her pussy drove into her and filled her with his load of cum she felt the man in her mouth leave and soon felt him take the first man's place within her dripping slit. The man who had been within her filled her mouth till she licked and sucked him clean of their juices then stepped away and allowed one of the men getting stroked to enjoy her mouth. So they went, taking turns first being stroked, then getting sucked, and finally fucking her pussy till they added to the creampie. As the men finally left the room, leaving her laying upon the sling with her pussy dripping cum she began to wonder if this was to be her fate, ending each night filled with strange men's cum and dealing with the taste of their cocks in her mouth. In a couple of aspects that was actually quite appealing to her, to just be a play toy for others. The gentle ache in her pussy along with the slow drip of cum sliding down her ass were a strange comfort to her. For a while she just laid there, swaying in the sling and listening to the muffled noises from the shop, musing about how people would react if they knew just through the door she was laying, drenched in cum and available for their pleasure. When she heard the door open again, her fun dissipated away as she began to anticipate what was to come next and hoping that things wouldn't get too rough. Whoever was approaching was fairly quiet, came up alongside of her and just stood there. Seconds took forever as she felt the person standing alongside of her but doing nothing, giving her mind all sorts of fodder. Just as she began to really worry about the intentions of the person her blindfold was tugged off of her head and she faintly heard a voice, "Times up." Eyelids rapidly blinked to adjust to the sudden amount of light, staring as the fuzzy figure slowly morphed into her Master, her real Master. Hardware Shop Plaything At first she smiled wide seeing his face again and began to struggle against her bonds, wanting to wrap him up tight. When he freed her first hand all she could do was wrap it around his waist and pull herself into him, burying her face against his chest. He quietly undid the rest of her bonds then just wrapped his arms around her as she began to realize that the scene was over and let her emotions out. Breaths turned into sobs and soon the tears streaked down her face as she realized that again she was safe and her mind allowed her to recall that this was simply a scene. When she peeked over his shoulders finally, her sobs stopped and a laugh broke the stillness as she recognized the basement of the group's play facilities. Holly leaned against him as they walked out of the basement and into what had served the role as hardware shop. She gave a little smile when she realized the men that had played in her scene were waiting for her and gave a little wave to all of them, pausing to blow a kiss to the man who'd been so gentle when she blew his massive cock. Up the stairs they went to where her clothes had been left behind, she was given time to clean up and put her clothes back on before heading out into the night. "So how was your night?" he asked. She just grinned up at him, "Even better than last year!"